ELOWEN
I woke to the sound of Fao breathing.
For a moment, I didn't know where I was. The bed was too big, too soft, the sheets too smooth against my skin. The ceiling was wrong — timber beams instead of the water-stained plaster of my cabin.
Then it all came rushing back. The attack. The fire. The twenty-hour drive. Three hundred wolves kneeling in the dirt.
My cabin was gone. This was home now.
I turned my head carefully. Fao was beside me, sprawled on his stomach, one arm thrown across my waist. He was out — deeply, truly asleep in a way I hadn't seen since... maybe ever. His face was slack, the tension that always lived in his jaw finally gone. He looked younger like this. Softer.
He needed this sleep. After everything — the attack, the drive, the council meeting, the weight of t
